Now to make the appointment. Only one ‘Clinic Day’ per month at the local Planned Parenthood. The last day of the month. Waiting for next month would be into the 2nd trimester, another $100. Alright then, */**/98 it is. My birthday. That felt like suitable punishment for allowing myself to get pregnant. I had been thinking about this for 3 weeks, what a terrible mistake, what a horrible person I was, etcetera. How irresponsible I had been to find myself in this situation. What if my mother had aborted me instead of giving me up for adoption?
I did have a choice, I had made my decision. PapaMakes supported my decision. Mom supported my decision. So it was.